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Post by eveangeline7 on Aug 4, 2009 1:23:17 GMT -5
"No, thats not what I want you to want to do." Greg said, getting frustrated at himself for not being able to effectively communicate his thoughts. "You see....Samantha, I feel that perhaps your existence as a human and mine as a vampire may cause our lives, particularly sexually, problems..."
"Calm yourself, pet, before you make yourself sick. I don't want the wretched smell of your innards throughout this basement." he said, his voice stiff and stern as he banged his head up against the side of the dog kennel.
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Post by Milk on Aug 4, 2009 1:27:16 GMT -5
"...Would you ever consider turning me into a vampire?" Samantha asked, looking up. It was a lifestyle that intrigued her and lured her in more to him. "I mean...If we can't be intimate...phsyically...we can emotionally, right? So....if we get to know each other to that point...would you turn me?" she asked.
Crystal let out a strange scream and moved more into the middle of the kennel. She whimpered loudly and pulled her head between her legs. She could smell that rustic scent of her own blood leaking into her dirty shirt. Oh god, I'm probably going to die here of some weird disease! Oh god...Oh god... she thought and sobbed louder.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Aug 4, 2009 10:34:46 GMT -5
Greg froze, his face going totally stiff as he looked down at her. That was the last thing he'd expected her to say- the last. He stood there for a few seconds, looking down at her with an unreadable expression on his face. Finally, when he did speak, his voice was low and almost inaudible to human ears. "I would want nothing more than to offer you a life in which you could walk with me among my kind. What you offer to me willingly is something...." Greg's voice trailed off as he struggled to find the words that would make sense to someone of her kind. "Something eternal. Take some time to think about this, Samantha, because there are some things that you will offer me, such as this, that I will not be able to resist no matter the consequences to either you or I." Greg knew it was wrong- agaist the codes his kind followed- to turn a human, especially for reasons such as theirs. He knew it was cruel to her, the inexplicable amount of pain she would suffer because of is- and he knew most of all that it was a permanent and unforgiving fate that she at her young an innocent age could not yet fathom......but he was selfish, especially when it came to her.
"How curious.....why do your kind cry, as if your tears hold some healing powers, that they may somehow change the hads of fate. So very emotional, its almost like a disease. It overcomes your natural and logical thought process until you can no longer see things clearly and deduce enough reason to help yourself....no, you are instead reduced to a wothless pile of despair and hopelessness on the ground, a slave to your emotions. How unfortunate for you....and how entertaining for me." he laughed, pushing himself up from his croching position and walking up the stairs. "Oh, and by the way, I'd reccomend you keep the wailing down- Drysilla does not take kindly to being woken up."
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Post by Milk on Aug 4, 2009 11:49:01 GMT -5
Samantha nodded. "I will, I will...I know when someone becomes a vampire it's eternal," she murmured. She pulled her knees to her chest. "Are you...leaving now then?" She asked, not wanting him to leave but figuring that since they weren't having sex and he seemed awkwarded out by her questions, he probably would.
Crystal whimpered and grew very quiet, but she was definitely still crying. She felt degraded and disgusting. She luckily wore herself by crying and finally fell into a sleep, her cheek pressed to the floor of the kennel and her body curled into a ball.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Aug 4, 2009 12:37:50 GMT -5
"Yes." Greg said, knowing that if they didn't he would probably end up fucking her and then they'd run the risk of getting her pregnant. He had enough problems on his hands already with Crystal and Jak. "I'll be back in the morning to pick you up." Greg said, pausing at the doorway before leaving. A few minutes after Greg had left the motel, a knock came at Samantha's door.
Jak sighed, rubbing at his chest. What was that odd heavy feeling he was getting there, almost as if something was lodged there that shouldn't be. Shaking it off, Jak made a few calls to some vamps he owed, telling them he had some fresh and young live human blood for them.
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Post by Milk on Aug 4, 2009 12:41:13 GMT -5
Sam pulled on a dress and went to the door, peeking out the peep hole. "Who is it?" she called out, trying to place the person there. I want to get some jeans tomorrow. And t-shirts. she thought.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Aug 4, 2009 12:58:29 GMT -5
The boy on the other side of the door appeared to be about Sam's age- he was the motel owners son, the one she'd passed back in the lobby. He looked anxious, pacing back and forth as he waited for her to answer. The boy had dirty blonde hair and pale green eyes, a few freckles on each cheek- he looked more like he belonged in the country instead of the city.
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Post by Milk on Aug 4, 2009 13:00:09 GMT -5
She opened the door. "Hi, do you need something?" she asked, looking at him with innocent and trusting blue eyes.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Aug 4, 2009 13:18:41 GMT -5
The boy immediately moved into the room, closing the door and locking it behind him. "Look, you have to trust me, alright. I know what you must be going through- we see it all the time- vamps kidnapping young girls and feeding off of them. Were here to rescue you though, you don't have to worry about anything. We've got to hurry though, not telling when that guy will be back." The boy said, taking Samantha's hand in his and pulling her out the door. (( hehehe, another potential love interest))
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Post by Milk on Aug 4, 2009 13:31:32 GMT -5
((er, no))
Sam laughed and pulled away from him. "No, it's fine. He's my friend," she said. "I got kicked out of my home- he's providing me a place to stay until I can get on my own two feet with a job," she assured him, laughing. "Thanks though...You must be...a slayer?" she asked, fascinated. WAit, slayer? AH! That's bad! I could die and Greg could die!
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Post by eveangeline7 on Aug 4, 2009 13:47:08 GMT -5
(( oh, I see how it is- you don't like the innocent poor little farmboy, lol))
The boy sighed, knowing she probably was just scared the guy would hunt her down if she tried to run. "My names Nick. Now...please....don't hate me for this, but.." Nick grabbed her, picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder as he darted down the hall. He understood that girls like her that had been victimized sometimes didn't know how to help themselves- which was when people like him needed to do what was best for them even if they didn't seee it that way.
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Post by Milk on Aug 4, 2009 13:56:44 GMT -5
((no, i do, but......i like greg more =3 i'd be more than happy to make someone for him though XD))
"HEY!" she yelped and used her telekinesis to pick up something very heavy she saw and float it into his legs to bring him down. She had other things floated to get at him.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Aug 4, 2009 14:20:17 GMT -5
(( no, lol. I'm just joking around))
Nick dropped her, cursing to himself as his right leg crumpled. "Awww shit, where the hell did that come from.....wait, don't run. Trust me, I'm trying to help you." he grunted, reaching out towards her.
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Post by Milk on Aug 4, 2009 14:35:15 GMT -5
((ah, I see))
She bolted away, running into the night. She remembered Greg's home address and hid in an alley, waiting for a few moments until someone pulled their wallet out to pay for something across the street. She used her telekinesis to float money over and call a cab. She rushed up to the door of Greg's house after the cab left and knocked on the door with urgency.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Aug 4, 2009 21:45:11 GMT -5
Drysilla flinched, catching a whiff of that human girl Greg had broughten over earlier that day. "That girl must have a fuckin' death wish. Hmmm, well who am I to stand between her and her dreams." Drysilla grinned, moving to the door and opening it. "Well, hello there. Greg's downstairs, if thats who your looking for." Drysilla said, opening the door wider to indicate Samantha could come in.
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